Текст песни Tyler, the Creator - French

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell the
Rectum, I'm like a chromosome I always X 'em
Like Wolverine's stepson attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zepplin
And fuck Mary in her ass.. ha-ha.. yo
I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their muthafuckin' porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in the storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging
And please don't disrespect my set
With cannons hanging from my neck like it's a muthafuckin' circus

[Hook]
You little niggas better check my French
You getting money better check my French
Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka
I make it move check my French
I speak English but check my French
Your hole be on my penis she check my French, bitch